i. want. the. sun. back.

i want to go back to mexico.
now.

i want my yellow building, my elevator, my giant pool, my crazy mexicans, my yogurt, my ponytail hair, my no makeup, my skirts, my painting pottery, my quesadillas, my strawberry banana mango daqueris, my walks at night, my mini train rides, my sitting on the beach for hours talking and looking at the stars with laura, my pirate ships, my goofy burnt people, my new arrival 'suris' white people, my bad poolside music, my reading, my sunscreen, my sunburn, my towel animals, my iguanas, my crazy kamakazzi birds, my sinking kayak, my flying, my beach, my grass green towels, my sprinkler systems, my fountains, my third floor, my 'ding-dong' like a doorbell, my cooking, my balcony, my palm trees, my sunny days, my sunglasses, my wandering, my green apples from the concierge desk, my golf carts, my random trips to the little store with random anythings, my days without the need to look at the time except to know when happy hour is so we can get 2 for 1 poolside drinks...

but, i suppose it's time to get back to reality...

<3